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Wester Welson rushed to the hotel upon receiving an urgent summons.
He thought, the boss must have found out.
Indeed, otherwise, with so many houses to his name, why would he suddenly take up residence in the hotel's Presidential Suite?
Upon entering, hearing the boss giving orders to the housekeeper to do this and that, it was clear someone else was in the room.
"Boss..." he lowered his head in shame, ready to accept his punishment.
Having just enjoyed an intimate moment, Kevin Cliff sat in the sofa, a cool yet sensually lazy charm about him. He slowly ended the call with the housekeeper, then lifted his gaze to Wester.
"I sent you to run the boutique as a store manager, what have you been doing?" His husky voice carried an authoritative ring.
"Everything, as long as it could lessen her burden," Wester obediently replied.
